Page 23 of A Fate of Wings

Thea murmured in her sleep. Her arms and legs thrashed at the sheets as though she was fighting someone in her dreams. I walked back to her side, waiting for her to settle before climbing back into bed. I gathered her in my arms. She woke with a start.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“That’s all right.” She brushed the tangled mess of her hair back from her face.

“You were dreaming. Do you remember it?”

Her delicate brow puckered. “Vaguely. I was fighting someone. I didn’t see who it was. They were a dark shadow. A stain.”

“An enemy?”

“I have plenty of enemies. As sirens do.”

“Right there with you as a demon.”

She smiled, sending a bolt of lightness to my heart.

Ah, shit. I was falling for my mate.

“As much as I’d like to spend the day in bed with you, I have duties to perform.”

I dragged her on top of me. “Your duties as my mate come first.”

My cock hardened between our bodies. She spread her legs and lowered herself onto me. We moaned in unison.

“So do your duties as my mate. A king needs to keep his queen happy.”

“Happiness coming right up.” I thrust into her slick heat.

She slammed down on me, just as eager for me as I was for her body. Hips thrusting together, our bodies slicked with sweat. She rode me at the same time as I thrust into her welcoming heat. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, making me want totake them in my hands and mouth, but our furious pace gave me no chance to dabble in the desire.

“Harder,” she half-growled.

I flipped her over and gave her what she wanted. I pounded into her so hard the large wooden bed rocked against the stone wall. A painting fell to the floor, its timber frame shattering on the impact. She gripped my horns in a tight hold, making my balls pull up tight.

“Give it to me,” I demanded, picking her legs up and spreading them wider as I covered her nipple with my mouth and sucked the hard peak into my mouth.

Her head dropped back to the mattress as her orgasm took hold. Her back bowed off the bed. She clamped down on me, spasming and contracting around my cock. She raked her nails over my horns. I exploded inside her with a roar that filled the castle.

She giggled, cupped my face, and kissed my lips.

“As much as you’re a beast during sex, I deserve to learn your name.”

I sunk my hands into her hair, tugging the strands. “My name holds my power.”

“I’m aware of how demons work.” She ran a finger over my lips.

“Then you comprehend I’d need to trust you implicitly before I tell you my name.”

“You don’t trust me?” Her hands tightened on my face.

“Not yet, little queen. There is more you’re not telling me. Once you trust me, I’ll trust you.”

Chapter thirteen

Thea

The Autumn Court